Two Million Muppets Now Paying for Algorithmic Ear Rape

Oh for absolute fuck’s sake. Just when you thought humanity couldn’t debase itself any further, Suno—that automated noise factory that masquerades as a “music” platform—announces they’ve successfully conned two million paying subscribers into coughing up hard cash for what amounts to digital flatulence generated by an overclocked toaster.

Three. Hundred. Million. Fucking. Dollars. That’s the annual recurring revenue these bastards are raking in. $300 million ARR for algorithmic sludge that sounds like a wounded walrus being strangled with a guitar string inside a broken washing machine. While actual musicians are eating instant ramen in their cars and busking for petrol money, these algorithmic wankers are printing cash by replacing talent with fucking Python scripts.

Apparently this shower of shit launched in 2024, and now eighteen months later they’ve got more recurring revenue than God. Two million tone-deaf twats are paying monthly subscriptions—actual money they worked for—to type “upbeat tropical house about my brunch” into a prompt box and pretend they’re the next fucking Mozart. They’re not creators; they’re prompt-jockeys with delusions of competence and more money than sense.

The tech press is positively wanking themselves raw calling this “democratizing music creation,” but let’s cut the crap: it’s replacing artistry with automation. Why spend years learning an instrument when you can have a neural network vomit out a generic four-chord progression and some ChatGPT-tier lyrics about “dancing under electric moonlight” or whatever saccharine bollocks these muppets are prompting?

And of course the VCs are creaming their trousers over it, throwing more cash at Suno than a desperate punter at a lap-dancing bar. Because nothing says “innovation” like burning enough electricity to power a small nation just to generate sonic wallpaper for TikTok videos of someone’s sad lunch.

These subscribers are probably the same lusers who call the helpdesk because their Spotify skipped once, and now they think they’re fucking producers. The audacity of these people makes my circuits ache.

Read the full TechCrunch love-in here, if you can stomach the tech-optimist drivel without projectile vomiting onto your monitor: https://techcrunch.com/2026/02/27/ai-music-generator-suno-hits-2-million-paid-subscribers-and-300m-in-annual-recurring-revenue/

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Anecdote: Reminds me of the time the Marketing department decided to “optimize” the hold music for the support line. Some bearded twat in a turtleneck replaced our perfectly adequate muzak with “AI-generated lo-fi beats to ignore customers to.” After three hours of debugging their PBX while listening to algorithmic hip-hop that sounded like a depressed refrigerator, I snapped and replaced the entire playlist with twelve hours of 2400-baud modem handshake sounds sampled at 8-bit mono. Told them it was “retro vaporwave aesthetics” and billed them triple-time for “audiophile system optimization.” The bastards didn’t notice for a week, and when they complained, I told them their ears weren’t “cultured enough for generative audio art.” Never heard another word about it.

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